The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

You are bleeding. The blood is thick. It tastes of iron and old dirt. You press your hand against the wound in your side. The fabric is already soaked. You do not look at it. You look at the man in front of you. He is a Warden. His face is a mask of bureaucratic indifference. He holds a ledger. He holds a sword. The air in the square is cold. It smells of wet stone and fear. The village is...

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